No More Bullying
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MatureComplete Sun, Jan 17, 2021<5 mins
There is poem I wrote about bullying, this tells a story about my life story as victim of bullying, The way I wrote this poem, how hard time be around people try make friend with them, and they hurt me, because I want to tell my story the way I felt, I wanted Stop Bullying around the world will making the difference in people's lives, True friend does not make fun of you or hurt your feelings friend hurt you That not a True Friend)
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